Quotes About Control

they believed that they owned their dogs, instead of realizing that their dogs owned them.

Les tyrans ont plus souvent suscité la passion et la fascination que la haine.

You need to do a few things. For one make your life about you and not him. You need to also either accept whatever excuse he gave you and move on or leave him. Don't be one of those women that's always crying about their cheating man yet and still, they are laying down to his ass every night. Take control over your relationship and your life. It's not a hard thing to do and find happiness in yourself

Time is a corporate asset now. It belongs to the free market system. The present is harder to find. It is being sucked out of the world to make way for the future of uncontrolled markets and huge investment potential. The future becomes insistent. This is why something will happen soon, maybe today…to correct the acceleration of time. Bring nature back to normal, more or less.

I look at you. I know what you are. You are sloppy-bodied, smelly and wet. A woman who was born to sit trapped in a chair while a man tells her how much she excites him.

Choice is a subtle form of disease.

We seem to believe it is possible to ward off death by following rules of good grooming.

Devices make us pliant. We want to please them. The machine was his only hope of deliverance after what he'd done, what he'd loosed into the crowd. A way out of death.

Any curly-haired boy can write windswept ballads. You have to crush people's heads. That's the only way to make those fuckers listen.

In the middle of it all is Hitler, of course. He was on again last night. He's always on. We couldn't have television without him.

Many things that were anchored to the balance of power and the balance of terror seem to be undone, unstuck. Things have no limits now. Money has no limits. I don't understand money anymore. Money is undone. Violence is undone, violence is easier now, it's uprooted, out of control, it has no measure anymore, it has no level of values.

Everyone wants to own the end of the world.

There is only one truth. Whoever controls your eyeballs runs the world.

Everybody wants to own the end of the world.

We start our lives in chaos, in babble. As we surge up into the world, we try to devise a shape, a plan. There is dignity in this. Your whole life is a plot, a scheme, a diagram. It is a failed scheme but that's not the point. To plot is to affirm life, to seek shape and control. Even after death, most particularly after death, the search continues. Burial rites are an attempt to complete the scheme, in ritual.

Technology has become a force of nature. We can't control it. It comes blowing over the planet and there's nowhere for us to hide.

Things have no limits now. Money has no limits. I don't understand money anymore. Money is undone. Violence is undone, violence is easier now, it's uprooted, out of control, it has no measure anymore, it has no level of values.

Are secrets a tunnel to a dreamworld where you control events?

Whoever controls your eyeballs runs the world.

Power works best when there's no memory attached.

He is saying terror is what we use to give our people their place in the world. What used to be achieved through work, we gain through terror. Terror makes the new future possible. All men one man. Men live in history as never before. He is saying we make and change history minute by minute. History is not the book or the human memory. We do history in the morning and change it after lunch.

I'll tell you what it means, these orbiting sensors that can hear us in our beds. It means the end of loyalty. The more complex the systems, the less conviction in people. Conviction will be drained out of us. Devices will drain us, make us vague and pliant

The usual rumors abound of sexual freedom, sexual slavery, drugs, nudity, mind control, poor hygiene, tax evasion, monkey-worship, torture, prolonged and hideous death.

It was an evil thing to consider, allying myself with the barest parts of mass awareness, land policed by the king's linguists, by technicians in death-system control, corporate disease consultants, profiteers of the fetus industry.